“You’re from before she dies, aren’t you?”
“You didn’t stop him.” It’s not a question. Barry’s doppelgänger doesn’t flinch, but his eyes darken perceptibly.
“No.” His tone stings, a caustic reminder of a caustic truth that has burned its way through the foundation of his world for almost ten years. “I did not stop Savitar.” Stepping forward, he adds in a dangerously low tone, “I failed. Repeatedly.”
“You think I gave up? After the first time?” He’s less than ten feet away. Barry has the sudden urge to bolt; he holds his ground. The storm presses against his stronghold, ready to shred him. “I could have.” His doppelgänger steps closer; the storm leans in. “You’re the fifteenth doppelgänger who’s tried to do the impossible. How many are coming after you?”
Barry blanks. His doppelgänger huffs; thunder growls in between them. “Of course you don’t know, you don’t know anything. Know how many times I tried to save her?” Pain twists in Barry’s gut. I don’t want to. “Sixty-one.”
He flinches. His doppelgänger is within arm’s reach now, and the storm burns in his bones. “Get out of my universe,” the Future Flash growls, last-warning low. “Get out.“
“I’m gonna stop him.” Barry steps forward. His doppelgänger puts up a hand; a lethal amount of electricity crackles between them. Stepping forward again, the hand pushes against his shoulder. “I’m gonna stop Savitar.”
He phases just in time to avoid the fatal shot of lightning that lunges from his doppelgänger’s fingertips, plunging through the floor.